Suffer Little Children

As I walk upon this earth

And look towards the sky,

Thoughts creep into my head

That I have to question 'Why'.



The same sky I live under

As many far away

Who spend their life in terror

In case a bomb should come their way.



Children who dare not

Go outside to see the sun,

Or play and find mischief

That all children name as fun.



So sad their childhood

Should bear the stamp of fear

When parents can`t tell them otherwise

Regardless of how close they hold them near.



The so called 'Wise adults'

That decide upon a war

Should think of little children

Before they suffer more and more.